Chapter 26
“I don’t think I’m going to be able to be the Secret Saint anymore.” Wilson McBride stacked the last piece of wood he and Judd had delivered to a family who needed it and couldn’t afford it for their stove.
“You’re not?” Judd said, obviously surprised.
Wilson hated breaking it to him like this, but he’d been thinking about it for a while. He wanted to help as many people as he could, but more and more, he’d been thinking that maybe that wasn’t the right approach. Or maybe he should say, it wasn’t the approach that God wanted him to have.
“I think I need to go in a different direction.”
“All right. I’m not going to try to stop you if that’s what you think.” Judd paused, throwing his last piece down, and dusting his gloves off. “I know you wouldn’t be doing it without a lot of prayer and without feeling like your direction was coming from the Lord.
“Yeah. Although, what I’m thinking about is so crazy, I’m not sure I can justify it with anything.”
“All right. Is it a secret?”
“I’m not telling too many people, but I figure I owe you an explanation.”
“I’m listening,” Judd said as they walked slowly back through the dark toward the truck. The family had been away for the day, and they weren’t worried about anyone seeing them.
“When we first started this, I knew that I could do a little for a lot of people, versus doing a lot for just one person. ”
“Yeah. I can see that. There’s just so much need, and it’s hard to not want to spread everything around, but sometimes you feel like you’re just putting Band-Aids on a gaping wound, and you’re not making much of a difference.”
“I felt like that a lot. And I wish there was more I could do, but if you focus on one person, then you feel like you’re leaving others behind.”
“Yes, only in my case...do you remember Charity Ames?”
“With the five kids. Her husband ran off with his girlfriend to Australia so that he didn’t have to pay child support. Of course. Of course.”
“I’ve been thinking about her a lot, and those kids, that poor woman, she’s about to lose everything, and she’s scared she’s going lose her children, because she can’t take care of their home and she’s just had so much hardship... I know I can help her, but that means I’m going to have to give up helping everyone else.”
“How are you going to help her?”
“I’m going to marry her.”
***End of Icicle Dreams***
Thanks so much for reading! If you enjoy Christmas marriage of convenience romances, you’ll love Wilson and Charity’s story!